Luyện nghe bài hát Quitter

Yo, I dedicate to to yo

To all my fans, y'all in health
Let's tell this Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my
So, close to what we say
Because this of fag claims to never be gay

I knew you was from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get I pet you
(Boy)
I'm liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal you

wood mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the
Got in with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few
He can't rap, or sing, but he to do both
(Ha, ha)
an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Bizkit come from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rap's harder this year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old in a chair
Sittin' on stage, acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an

Figure you can diss me to jump start career
I punch you in your chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless
Like I'ma say names so they can be famous too

You a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of house of are gone
And if you talk about my little in a song again
kill you
(I'ma you)

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came
And the days of House of are gone
And if you talk about my girl in a song again
I'ma you
(I'ma you)

Yo heart to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a
And I'ma tell these fans the truth
The reason why you me first and I answered you

You said I you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole from you
Took your DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all

So, now you sing and mix with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never last, and is a

Aight listen so is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him a hoe, bitch-slap him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's

in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be tables in that bitch
Cleaning the
Aiyyo this, cut this shit off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked mother you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Whitey! Hahaha
Kill Whitey! Detroit! What?
Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha!

First off, your songs and the shit you say
my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

Plus I you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, ass dickhead
I 'em coming while you running out of breath
Steady ducking I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask your people how I ya
With your CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around real MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck

I let you know it's on for life
But might die tonight, haha
Fat boy on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a pill, you know!

Grab 380's when you see Shady
Call the doctor to heal your
They shocked you back to life at the
But you 'bout to get any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo this out
You ain't even on my level
let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart
Whitey Ford's his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it
Call the cops, I'ma beat ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole making fun of you Erik
Where's your of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the Belle Isle Bridge

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a

'Cause you motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's to me
You ain't been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a killer whale

On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that
That shit was you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up

Forty-nine copies, the week your shit drop
While my making records break
Two and a half million by the second week
I hit 'em up!

I'm Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' you
Iriscience get choked up and up
All you underground bitches get your cut

What the Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, up in a box
With sixteen parts, I stomped on his

D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you
Keep restaurant locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac
You a, "Black Jesus," heart seizures

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac
White devil, washed up
Mixed up who crossed over to country
Yo, cut this shit off

Fuck him, it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I
I just believe in a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk,